"You do know that Hughie is going to kill you, don't you, Gibs?" Katie asked Gibsie, who had stripped down to his jocks to Aqua's "Barbie Girl."

Shameless in the act of debauchery, he had thrown his dance partner over his shoulder, you and was drumming on your ass to the rhythm.

Squealing in delight as he bopped around the floor with your dangling haphazardly in the air, you held onto his biceps for dear life.

Giving Katie a wolfish grin, the big lad continued to dance with his little gal pal, either unaware or just plain uncaring of the many longing looks he was receiving.

To be fair, it didn't take a genius to figure out why the girls from his school were looking. The boy was built like a brick shithouse, with both nipples pierced and more muscles on his body than he had common sense in his head

Common sense or not, the big man certainly seemed to have his priorities in order, placing his curly-haired queen in a firm first-place position. While the rest of his friends had long since abandoned their girlfriends and dates, Gibsie hadn't taken more than three steps away from you all night.